By Hidden Paths

by Parrish Lantern
(Canterbury, England)

Every Afternoon without thought,
My steps betray me,
by obscure paths & hidden means
I take a route I do not choose.
At this time as tho not free
my heart colludes against me.
Every Afternoon
one foot pads one foot
Following the other
takes a route I do not choose
always to you
my unrequited lover.